As I sat there
On the shores of the river life
Basking in the sea of serenity
I observed a French Maiden
Walking the cobblestone streets of
Quebec City
With drooping shoulders
And emptiness for eyes
That cried
Years of torment

I
Asked
“May I be of assistance?”

“Please!”
She barked at me
“If not for emptiness
would you have asked me”

“No.”
I had to agree
Coz…in being free
We are free to be
Weighed down
By burdensome voids of
This CAN’T be
We haul around
Everyday

Her thinking
“I didn’t care”
put me at a
disadvantage
having to prove my
SELF
True

Me…
Of a different hue
Extending my hand
To have it rejected
In spite of herself

In the end,
She accepted my help
But promised me
If asked
She would not deny me
She would somehow make it up to me

I believed every word of her
Still
I referred her to GOD
Saying;
“take it to the LORD in prayer
…my sister.”